Dear All,
What metaphor represents love for you? For me love is a fabric made of many slim threads. Each time we exchange something meaningful (a touch, a look, an opinion, a backpacking trip) we add another thread, and each time we betray, hurt, avoid, or lie to the other person we break a thread. So moment by moment my love and I weave or rend the fabric of our love. Sometimes it grows, and sometimes is frays. If all the threads break we'll drift apart and the love will slip into our past. But today they're holding strong.
Some people prefer the rubber band metaphor, but it doesn't work for me. I'm not sure why - something about the sudden snap. Does it work for you?
Best wishes,
Amanda